Beyond the speckled window

Beyond the speckled window,
within the layered clouds,
the sun begins to drop,
and blue skies turn to black.

A day is past once more.

The sun has dropped,

the skies, now red.

Somewhere beyond, the blue of the day

hangs on tenuously.

Yet that too, will pass.

as the earth turns, so goes life.

Surrender the day,

surrender it all.